I Don't Hear a Single /UK:

So this brand of American Rock has been saved, not by an American, but by a quartet from San Sebastian. 12 songs in 45 minutes, on the ace Lucinda Records, that capture how this sound should always have been. I notice that all the reviews online seem to be Spanish, so hopefully this will kick off the English writing world.

The album is so good that it is so good that it's hard to pick out one particular song. The playing and arrangements are so tight and beautifully played and all the songs have a certain feel, but none are the same. Simple Things Rocks like a good 'un and Cabo Shamo fairly rattles along in a Blues Rock vein.

Only Fate Knew What's Done is instrumentally in Crazy Horse territory, beautifully so. The album is at its best though when it concentrates on the good ole boy Rawk, The Young Wait are so good at it. Never Sleep 'til Regret and Absolute Boy, which is top notch Petty, are the best examples, but the whole album is so damn good. Here's hoping that the rest of the world pick up on this superb album. There's no justice in the world if they don't.

Anything should happen.

 

Mondo Sonoro /ES:

The Young Wait demuestran que conocen a la perfección, y manejan cada vez mejor, el libro de estilo del sonido americano. Una pericia que evidencia en todo su esplendor un nuevo disco que nos confirma que desde esta parte del cantábrico se puede observar con nitidez el reflejo de la mejor representación de todo ese fértil imaginario musical estadounidense.

 

Kepa Arbizu.

 

El Giradiscos /ES:

No es difícil imaginarse a Neil Young, The Band, Wilco, Tom Petty o The Jayhawks, escuchando las canciones de The Young Wait, mientras asienten con gesto serio pero complaciente ante lo que se les muestra. A buen seguro que a todos estos perros viejos de mil y una batallas, les haría gracia escuchar las canciones que componen estos amantes de las buenas melodías, que con tanto acierto han facturado un evocador “Notes from a Recent Past”, con el que presentan firmen candidatura a ser una de las grandes revelaciones de la temporada, si el maldito coronavirus nos lo permite, claro está. Bravo.

Javier González.